The streets of Niumhi were lively in the middle of the night following Tyson Woods’ order. Hundreds of men scoured the streets, going through massive hotels, clubhouses, and entertainment venues. No matter where Wyatt Johnson was hiding, they would find him.

At that moment, Wyatt was in Cecilia Zachary’s apartment.

The old hag hadn’t been tossing him around today, so he excitedly went to buy a few blue pills, ready to take his frustration out on Cecilia.

However, Cecilia was not rushing anything—she had prepared a nice candlelight dinner, and the two were enjoying their food and being flirty with each other.

Wyatt was a little impatient, but in his eyes, Cecilia was like a mouse that was already caught in his trap.

“Oh Cecilia, how is it that I feel so comfortable around you?” Wyatt was leaning on the couch, his eyes half-closed in bliss as Cecilia gave him a head massage.

Having this goddess of a woman give him a massage like a humble servant was truly heavenly.

Cecilia was a